My My Little Prince
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Garcia lunged at Pierre screaming, “you, you are the one. I knew it. All those poor patients” his rage a volatile mix of trapped anger, jealousy and compassion for Sherine.
Sherine woke and started to scream, “You are Smitty, you are Smitty! Michelle, it's Smitty! Michelle, Smitty is here! The door slammed open again and the orderly burst in to see Pierre on the floor with Garcia kicking him and kicking him over and over. Pierre’s head slammed brutally into the hard floor.
Sherine watched Garcia beating Pierre with his kicks. She calmed and sat up and was smiling, yet floods of tears were rolling down her cheeks. Pierre was barely alive. He could not move. Garcia stopped kicking Pierre and he walked to the corner and gently sat down with both shoulders rested comfortably on the walls. His chest was heaving and tears and snot were covering his beat red face. He covered his head in his hands and sobbed.
Sherine began smiling and singing quietly as she could see Pierre was barely alive, but alive; unable to move. She continued to sing to herself as she attempted to wipe her tears, but there were too many for on or two wipes. The orderly quickly left the room screaming, “Call 911, anyone call 911!”
After a few minutes Sherine laid down in her bed. She closed her eyes and kept mumbling over and over, “Smitty is here! Michelle Smitty is here. He will not scare me anymore. He will never leave us again. He can’t move, Michelle. He can’t move. Mom, you will not be with him anymore. I did it. I am free.” She went to sleep smiling and singing one of her childhood happy songs.
After making sure 911 had been called, the orderly walked back in carefully. He slowly looked all over while shaking his head. He looked at Sherine lying in bed, sleeping quietly. He smiled at her and said “Hi Sherine,” knowing she would not respond.
Sherine opened her eyes and smiled back at him. She looked at him for a few seconds and said, in a clear voice, “Hi Steve. The devel is mine now.” Then she dozed back to sleep.
The ambulance arrived with the police.
One month later, the orderly knocked on W19, Dr. Pierre’s room. He heard a faint voice say, “Enter.” He pushed through the heavy door and saw Sherine sitting in a chair next to the bed Dr. Pierre was in. She was holding his hand while her head was resting on his thigh.
As he walked over to the bed he asked, “Is he any better?” She raised her head and said, “No, but he will be. I will not leave until he is better.”
The orderly told Sherine that he needed to give Dr. Pierre his meds. He looked at her with a slight grin and asked, “After, would you please give Dr. Pierre his sponge bath?” A smile from Sherine was all he needed to see. And he continued to say, “To think that he once was a famous doctor and now he cannot even speak, walk or ever give any signs of emotion. Dr. Garcia kicked him once too much I guess. It is so nice of you to visit him every day Sherine. I think he really appreciates your visits.”
Sherine glowed and told the orderly it was the least that she can do, after all he healed her. She leaned over to whisper in Smitty’s ear and said. “I will always be here for you. I have always loved you My Little Prince. I will always have you now. Finally, I do not have to share you with anyone; not my sister, not my mother, not with any of your lovers, … no one. You are all mine and I know you will never leave me. Life is great, My, My Little Prince.”
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